As the bell rang throughout the school the students filed into the stuffy English room of King High. The normal cool kids beelined for the desks nearest the back as the smarter kids (i.e. the geeks) beelined for the front of the room.

There was a buzz in the room as everyone strained to see the new teacher. It was just after lunch and the rumour mill had been in full force and everyone was excited and intrigued to see the hot new teacher.

Spencer was rooted to the spot. She hadn’t realised how nerve wracking it was standing in front of a large group of teenagers most of which had no interest to what she had to teach them.

She felt everyone’s stare fall upon her and the hushed whispering of “wow, she is hot!” and “Whoa dude, I wouldn’t kick her ass outta bed!!” The blonde felt her cheeks flush before clearing her throat.

“Good Afternoon class. As you may have noticed I am not Mr Thompson, I am his replacement until he is fit enough to return to work” Her first statement was met by laughter and the vision of the back two rows high fiving each other.

“Come on guys calm down…So my name is Mrs Carlin and for at least the next few weeks I will be your English Lit teacher, so before we start does anybody have any questions”

“Yo Miss, Did it hurt?” a good looking guy from the back row asked.

“Sorry?” Spencer asked confused at the unusual question.

“When you fell from heaven, did it hurt Miss?” All the guys in his vicinity laughed and high fived him as the girls in the room rolled their eyes at his stupidity.

“First of all it’s MRS Carlin, Not Miss, and second of all thanks for the compliment, but your way to young and really not my type… sorry” Spencer smiled as all the boys mated laughed at the boy who had now shrunk behind his desk in embarrassment.

“So moving on… any more appropriate questions? No ok then… so where did you guys get up to before Mr Thompson left?”

An hour later and the students filed out the room. Spencer had a free period so decided to have a read through some of the student’s English files to work out who was good at it and who needed more help. She had got through four files when she heard the sound of Lilly Allen’s “At First” playing from her handbag.